Pairing: Marcel/Davina (M/f) hand
Klaus vamped up to the bathroom to find the boys playing in the tub again. Freya was looking for through the large hall cupboard for something.
"Brother, what in the world? I'm right here. They are fine," she stated looking at him quizzically.
"Oh, ah nothing. I'll fill you in later. I just panicked a little, I guess," Klaus said, not quite out of breath, but still shaken.
"Okay, I'm just looking for more washcloths. We had a bunch of them and I can't find a single one. I'll be in in a moment to wash their hair," Freya said going back to the closet.
"Sure," Klaus said going in to sit with them.
"Hello, gentlemen," he smiled, relieved that no one was injured. He quickly texted Mikael that everything was fine and he would talk to him later. The odd fact that he was chatting so easily with Mikael didn't escape him.
"Look Nik!" Finn said showing him a trick with the toy boat.
"Cool move, buddy," Klaus said watching them carefully. Henrik seemed calm and happy. If anything happened to him again, he could not deal with it.
"Finn, tell me what happened yesterday," Klaus said slowly.
"With the accident? Henrik almost died," Finn said playing with the boy.
"Yes, but I want to hear from you," Klaus said more firmly.
"Nik! I just want everyone to like me. He is always around. I just thought...," Finn drifted.
"What? Tell me. I promise I will not get angry with you if you tell me the truth," Klaus said, knowing that he had to honor this, but he had to know the truth.
"I saw the car, but I did not stop him. Nik, I did not mean it. Then, he saved himself," Finn confessed.
Freya came in, sensing the mood, she asked, "What's going on?"
Klaus repeated Finn's words, she looked horrified.
"Freya, I told him if he told the truth, we wouldn't be angry with him," Klaus said evenly.
"Finn, Henrik is our brother. You must protect him, always and forever. And brother, in this family, that can be a very long time," Klaus said kneeling down and taking his soapy hand. He then grabbed Henrik's hand.
Freya knelt down, too.
"We are all we have. Do you understand? We don't love him anymore than we love you. I mean that," Klaus pledged.
"But Nik, in my dreams, I remember being in that darkness for ages and ages. No one came for me. You never came back. It was dark and cold, so cold..." Finn drifted off.
"Forgive me, Finn. Please if I can take that away from you, I would. I am so sorry, I didn't know," Klaus said now bringing the boys' hands to his lips to kiss them. Freya said tears slipping down Klaus' face and her own.
"We must move on. No more of past ills. Do you hear me? We can't rewrite the past. All we can do is make new memories for the future, together, always and forever, no more hurting one another," Freya insisted.
"Indeed, sister," Klaus said grabbing her hand also.
"No go, I have to wash their hair!" Freya smiled, "And Brother, I mean it, move on."
Klaus nodded and walked out.
Kol was playing an arcade machine in the game room. He first started coming up here because of Davina but found himself getting into the games. Of course, he had played darts and billiards, or what they called pool now, but the video machines were new to him. Tyler often challenged him to video games down in the boys' room and with his fast reflexes, he was pretty good.
"Here you are. I was starting to think you were avoiding me," Davina smiled.
"Darling, I would never avoid you, but we should have a chat," Kol said letting himself die in the game.
"Did I do something wrong?" Davina asked seeing the look on his face.
"No, of course not. It's just I can't deny how I feel about you. I won't even try. But it's not right. I was born 1000 years ago. You were born what? No, I can't even think of it," Kol admitted.
"Kol, you were turned at what 17? I'm 16, almost 17. That means we are the same age. It's okay," Davina argued going to touch his arm.
Kol pulled back his arm.
"Luv, aye, I was probably 17, I don't even rightly know exactly how, but the point is, I have all the time in the world. You can go live a normal life, get married, have a family. You can't do those things with me. I'll always look like this," Kol announced holding out his hands.
"Kol, I don't care about that. I just want you. I feel like I've always known you. When we're together...I know you feel it, too. I can see it in your eyes. Who put you up to this Marcel?" Davina accused.
"No, it wasn't Marcel or anyone," Kol insisted.
"Kol, you're lying to me. It was...Rebekah. That's why she left you at the Grill, because of me," Davina cried.
"Davina, please, let's just step back here. Your life is still in danger. Even if Celeste was working alone, the French Quarter witches still want to complete the reaping. Please, don't do this," Kol begged.
The mansion started shaking and glass shattering. Davina took off and slammed the door.
"Bollocks!" Kol cussed as he heard more rumbling.
"What the bloody hell is that?" Rebekah said to Marcel. They were in bed watching tv.
Marcel vamped up and looked out the door.
"Are there earthquakes in Mystic Falls?" Marcel asked seeing cracks in the walls of the third floor that housed their quarters, Davina's room, an art studio, and the game room.
"No, where is Davina?" Rebekah asked joining him.
"She's supposed to be sleeping, but she ain't in there," Marcel said looking in her room.
"I'm right here," Davina said coming out of the game room.
"I thought you were in bed. What happened?" Rebekah said.
"I talked to Kol. I suppose you told him to stay away from me," Davina sneered.
"Davina, we can talk about this tomorrow. You have school tomorrow," Rebekah said.
Kol came out of the game room looking helpless.
Marcel said to Kol, "Is this all about you?"
"Marcellus, I talked to her. I'm going to see if everyone downstairs is alright. It sounded like a bloody earthquake," Kol said going to the second floor.
"D., I can tell you are upset. I don't know what is going on with Kol, but we can talk about it later. It's late and you have school tomorrow. Come on, I'll help get you settled," Marcel pleaded.
"No, I'm not going until I hear what you told Kol!" Davina said to Rebekah.
"Davina, you are young. The witches are after you. We need to focus on keeping you safe," Rebekah said gently.
"I can keep myself safe. This is bull. Kol is my friend. We've never touched each other. You had no right!" Davina screamed.
"D., keep it down. You are going to wake up the whole house. Now, let's go to bed and we'll talk about this calmly tomorrow," Marcel promised.
"I'm sorry, Davina. I can see you like him. But I don't want you to get hurt," Rebekah added.
"Too damn late. You can go to hell," Davina screamed, turning on her heels and stomping into her room.
"That's it!" Marcel said going after her.
"No, Marcel. Let her go, she's upset. Maybe I shouldn't have interfered," Rebekah said second guessing herself.
"No, sweetheart, no one talks to you that way. No go take a bath or go downstairs for a while," Marcel said kissing her on the lips.
"Marcel, don't-" she tried again. But Marcel was already headed to Davina's room.
Elijah heard a loud sound and thought it was thunder at first. He checked in on the boys and they were all sleeping still. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs.
"That was Davina getting angry and losing her temper if you were wondering," Kol said in a low tone.
"What the devil happened?" Elijah saw looking up to see if there were cracks in the ceiling. He didn't see any.
"Bex told me to back off and I tried to tell Davina that you know I was too old. I didn't say that Rebekah had said anything to me, but by the sounds of the argument upstairs, I'd say she caught on to exactly what happened," Kol cringed.
"Oh Kol, it sounds like a soap opera," Elijah said hearing Davina yell.
They saw Rebekah come down the staircase next.
"I'm sorry if you heard that. She got totally out of control and gave me quite the telling off," Rebekah said coming to join them. She was smiling though she was clearly upset.
"Is Marcel talking to her now?" Elijah asked.
"Oh Elijah, I don't know what he is doing. She told me to go to hell. I'm sorry. I don't mean to drag you two into this. Kol, I don't know what to say," Rebekah said as Elijah put his arm around her.
"Sister, I know everything you said and did was for her own good. Why don't we go downstairs and watch a movie. A chick flick, hmm. You pick," Kol said glancing upstairs. He wanted to go up and rescue Davina, but he knew Marcel also had her best interest in mind.
"Young lady, you do one spell on me and I will spank you again right before you go to school. I'm serious. Got me?" Marcel said to Davina, who was still fuming.
"I'm getting a spanking? Are you serious? For what? This is ridiculous," Davina screeched.
"You are totally out of line," Marcel said vamping over and grabbing her by the arm.
"Fuck off!" Davina screamed.
Smack! Marcel swatted her firmly right over her sleep pants.
"Ouch! No!" Davina wailed trying to protect her backside with her hand.
Marcel said down on her bed, still grabbing her arm. Davina tried to squirm away.
"Maybe we can have a calmer conversation when you are over my knee, D.?"
Marcel said easily flipping her over his lap and applying two more hard smacks on the seat of her pants. Crack! Crack!
"Are you ready to talk?" Marcel said whacking her thighs hard.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"About what? How you are a jerk?" Davina yelled.
"Okay, I guess we gotta do this the hard way," Marcel said, pulling the elastic band of her cotton p.j.s down. She struggled.
"Stop fighting me or I'm going to march you over to the game room and get a wooden paddle. Lift up so I can take down your pants," Marcel demanded. He finally slid down her p.j.s to her knees. Her thighs looked untouched.
Marcel spanked her over her white cotton underwear three more times right in the center of her backside. Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Okay, I get it. Stop," Davina demanded trying to throw her hands back before Marcel gripped her hands.
"Behave yourself! I don't think we are there yet," Marcel decided. He begin spanking her on each cheek five times in a row at a time. Davina began kicking and trying to rock her hips from side to side. Marcel clamped his left arm over her back to pull her in tighter to apply a hard series of smacks to the area right below her underwear. As soon as he swatted her bare thighs, Davina began to cry softly and kick out her legs anger. She was trying to get off his lap, but his arm was preventing her from moving.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"You want to tell me why you are here, D.?" Marcel said bringing his hand down over her rear end in a random pattern.
"I don't know," Davina sobbed.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Marcel started to see a light pink under her white underwear. She was stubborn. He peppered her behind one more time all over and stopped.
"Davina, I know you are angry, but you can't talk to Rebekah like that. I won't allow it. I'm not sure what is happening with Kol, but if you are not mature enough to even discuss it, then that is not a good sign," Marcel reported. All her heard was her quiet crying.
"Can we talk now?" Marcel said.
"Yeah," Davina whispered.
"I'm going to let you up. Now don't turn me into a frog or anything," Marcel smiled.
He stood her up slowly in front of him. Her hands went to her warm backside. This spanking was not nearly as firm as the first two she had gotten, but she was so much more upset this time over the circumstances. Marcel went to tug up her pants and Davina whined and sobbed.
"D., believe me, I didn't want to do that, but you deserved it. Now, do you need a round with that paddle or can you talk to me about what's been going on?" Marcel asked calmly.
"No, please. No paddle. I'm sorry. It's just that I like him so much. I want to be with him," Davina cried, still rubbing her backside.
"Kol? Honey, he's so much older," Marcel said wiping away her tears with his handkerchief.
"How much older is Rebekah than you?" Davina asked with mock innocence.
"Whoa, do you want another spanking? Because I can have you over my knee again before you can blink. I'm warning you, you are testing my patience," Marcel said sternly.
"I'm sorry, Marcel. I don't mean to take it out on you. I can't help how I feel. I thought you would understand that," Davina whined.
"Come here, D.," Marcel pulled her into a hug as she cried into his shoulder.
"You're not crying over that little spankin' I gave you, are you? You really love him?" Marcel asked knowingly.
"I love him and I know he loves me," Davina wept.
"Okay, I promise you, if this is real, then I will support you 100% even if I don't agree. Kol and I have had our ups and downs. But he is not the same Kol I used to know, I'll admit that he has changed for the better, maybe you do bring that out in him. However, the reason I spanked you is the disrespect towards Rebekah and your out of control behavior. I agree we can't always pick who we love, but doesn't mean you can act the fool, okay?" Marcel said holding her on his lap.
"I'll apologize to Rebekah. But you'll talk to her about Kol and me? Please, Marcel...Pretty please," Davina begged.
"I really didn't spank you hard enough at all, did I?" Marcel laughed.
"Yes, you did. It...stung, just not as much as that hairbrush, but I learned my lesson! Just please talk to her for me about him. We won't do anything. We just want to be allowed to be friends, that's it friends," Davina went on in a rush of excitement
"You can make up with Rebekah tomorrow because it is late. We'll talk about you and your 'friend' later. And god, if you messed up this house with your tantrum, you are facing Klaus yourself. Do you understand?" Marcel asked.
"Yes, thank you, Marcel. I love you," Davina smiled.
"I love you, too, D. I have a feeling you are going to be the death of me," Marcel grinned back.
"Hey, you're immortal," Davina quipped.
"Yeah, yeah, now go to sleep because you are going to school bright and early," Marcel said softly.